“ Eep!!” I Yelp as I try to run, but I trip over another vine and I land on my belly again, I roll over onto my back
The vine-like appendages close in, poking and prodding the warm fleshy thing that had stumbled into its territory. It seemed as if the tentacles were trying to determine your gender, mainly by poking about in “certain areas”.
*i let out small moans when they poked at my breasts, but when they poked at my pissy I let out a loud moan*
The tentacles suddenly seem agitated, said the confirmation of your female gender being a great excitement to it. In less than a second however, two tentacles grabbed your hindhooves, holding in a “V” position while more tentacles lift up from under the leaves.
“Eeek!!! No!!” I start to struggle
The tentacles are all about five and a little inches wide, and most likely pure muscle, so struggling was futile. A pair of slightly paler (and wider) tentacles rose up and moved towards your forcibly exposed crotch, visibly slick with some kind of slime.
“ No no no no no!!!” I say, I keep struggling
They’re deaf to your cries, (and most likely to any noise in general.) and the two tentacles began to press into your holes, the cold slime acting as lubricant to make their penetration easy.